Everyday I wonder why I’m getting out of bed.

Why I even try.

Everything I do is a mistake. Everyone is annoyed with me. Everyone is so pissed-off that I’m depressed, and it’s gotten to the point where even someone I considered my best friend is telling me to shut the fuck up and get over my stupid problems and fix my life because I fucked everything up.

…why. I don’t even understand anymore what I’m supposed to be doing.

What is left for me to do. I know I’m messed up…I know I’m broken. I know I have a lot of personality issues that are too much for most people to handle. But is there really no one who cares enough to help me get through this? To be my crutch that I can atleast lean on until I can stand on my own?

Or am I just going to be left on the ground, broken, while people keep stepping on me because they don’t see me.

…why am I alive. What purpose am I even serving by breathing. Why am I just wasting air.

I don’t want to do this anymore…